Definitely Maybe Not a Detective by Sarah Fox (2026)
Wyatt Investigations Mysteries #1
10h 56m narrated by Jesse Vilinsky, 352 pages
Genre: Cozy Rom-Com > Cozy Mystery, Romance, Romantic Comedy
Featuring: Broke MC, Bronx, New York; Aunt Raising Niece, Apartment Living, Hungarians, Loss of Sibling, Sworn Off Relationships Trope, Orphan, Fraud, Con Artist Ex, Fake Agency, New Haven, Connecticut; Murder Investigation, Fake Coworkers, Triangle, Vicenarians, Multi-generational Characters, Children, Family Dynamics, Drama
Rating as a movie: PG-13 for adult situations
Songs for the soundtrack: "Shake It Off" by Taylor Swift, "Burning Love" by Elvis Presley, "Another One Bites The Dust" by Queen, "In The Mood" by Glenn Miller
My rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½👣🔍
My thoughts: ⏯️ For some reason, the title mostly, I thought this was a sequel to a Sam Tschida book. Well, at least I get to read a new-to-me author. My copy still has no cover but after looking up the cover, it would have fit right in.
I have been struggling to play this book all day. It was very good and every time I had to cut it off to deal with reality I groaned, I wasn't even able to play it in the car. So when I was finally able to spend mostly uninterrupted time with this story I was thrilled. The pacing was great but some parts were a bit too silly for my liking, Ch. 41, but since it's a cozy so I got over it quickly. I think this book would make a fantastic series. I also found it adorable when her niece called her Aunty Em. I almost added The Wonderful Wizard of Oz to the book list for that. My only real issue is the guy on the cover doesn't match the book description of the MMC. This author actually does remind me of Sam Tschida, and she has several other series that are going on my TBR.
ETA - Goodreads showed me that I actually have read this author before. I read Six Sweets Under back in 2023 before I started checking every read/DNF book on FF.We have cute kids, sassy silver ladies, hot guys, and drama. I can't wait for volume two this was so much better than that 4-star kitty in the candy store mystery I nearly forgot I read.
Recommend to others: Yes! This book is polished where a lot of other cozies typically drop the ball.
Wyatt Investigations Mysteries
1. Definitely Maybe Not a Detective (2026)
Memorable Quotes: It was happy hour, but murder was on the menu. Death by daiquiri—or more accurately by cocktail glass—was seconds away from killing my new career as a restaurant server when my shift supervisor, Claire, swooped in and liberated the glass from my hands. She set it safely on the table while giving a smile to the sleazy middle-aged man who’d just doled out his fourth inappropriate comment about my body since I’d started serving him and his buddy twenty minutes ago. I opened my mouth to give the creep a piece of my mind, but Claire was still in damage-control mode. She clamped an arm around my shoulders and steered me toward the back of the restaurant. She spoke in a low, stern voice that contrasted starkly with the smile she kept on her face. “We don’t dump drinks on our customers, Emersyn.” “Actually, I was planning to smash the glass over his head,” I said, shooting a glare over my shoulder at my intended victim. He winked at me, and my stomach churned. “We don’t do that either.” “You might want to rethink that policy,” I said, seething. Claire pushed me into the small employee break room. It was empty, the fluorescent lights buzzing and flickering overhead. Claire took me by the shoulders and turned me around so we faced each other. “I’m taking over your shift,” she informed me. I was about to protest when she cut me off. “Chad wants to see you in his office.” My stomach sank. “Again? That can’t be good.” Chad, the restaurant’s manager, wasn’t exactly an Emersyn Gray fan. I wasn’t sure why. I hadn’t mixed up all that many orders, and I’d only broken a few dishes. Okay, so maybe I knew why. I had to admit—to myself, not Chad—that I wasn’t exactly a natural at waitressing. Claire tipped her head toward the door. “Don’t keep him waiting.” I gulped a breath of air, barely getting it past the lump of apprehension in my throat, and then started down the hall toward Chad’s office.
My spirits lifted even as my heart clenched. My seven-year-old niece, Livy, let go of her babysitter’s hand and barreled toward me, her two strawberry blonde braids flying out behind her like kite tails. She launched herself at me so hard that she nearly knocked the breath out of me. I had to take a step backward to keep my balance as she wrapped her thin arms around my middle. “Hey, Livysaurus.” I kissed the top of her head. “What mischief have you been causing today?”
The money that my brother, Ethan, had saved for his and Livy’s future had been eaten up by his medical bills once he got sick with cancer and started his slow decline toward the end of his life. I thought that my niece and I would be okay financially after his death. Not well-off, by any means, but okay. Then my ex-boyfriend stole most of my savings, and my bad luck only continued from there. I lost my steady job as a copywriter thanks to financial restructuring, and now my career as a restaurant server was in the gutter too. I had rent to pay, a child to feed. I needed to get my life together, but it seemed like the harder I tried, the more it fell apart.
Wyatt Investigations. Discretion, Expertise, Results. Below those words was a phone number. “You hired a private investigator?” My gaze returned to the stacks of cards in the box. “And they gave you this many business cards?” Something wasn’t adding up. “It’s not a real agency,” Jemma said. “I made it up. Did you notice the name?” “You used my favorite hot cowboy name.” I had, on more than one occasion, described my dream man as a hot cowboy named Wyatt. I could picture him as clear as day. Dark hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders, washboard abs, a killer smile, and calloused hands that— “Do I need to douse you with ice water?” Jemma interrupted my daydream.
Getting my money back from Hoffman wouldn’t solve all my problems, but it would buy me time. Time to find a decent job so I wouldn’t have to scrimp and save and take advantage of my neighbors’ generosity. That’s why I accepted the burner phone and box of business cards against my better judgment. How much stock could I put in my judgment, anyway? Jemma dropped me off in front of the Mirage before speeding away in her red Camaro. I might have had a hint of car envy since I couldn’t even afford an old clunker. Not that I needed a car in the city or wanted to deal with the constant street sweeping. I certainly couldn’t afford to pay for a parking space, but I imagined that owning a vehicle came with a sense of freedom.
If I wasn’t going to change clothes out in the open, I really had only one option. I hurried around the side of the ostentatious two-story clubhouse, where bushes and rhododendrons lined the stone wall that blocked most of the property from public view. I glanced about to make sure no one was watching and then ducked in among the foliage. Branches snagged at my hair, and I nearly screamed when I came face-to-legs with a spider dangling from a silken thread. I dodged the spider and worked my way deeper into the bushes.
The man peering at me through parted branches could have stepped right out of one of my favorite romance novels. With his faded jeans and white button-down shirt, he managed to look both casual and chic. He had tousled dark hair, eyes that were nearly black, and light brown skin with a hint of a bronze undertone. From the way he was stooped down to peer at me, I knew he had to be over six feet tall. He had the top button of his shirt undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms. I didn’t fail to notice his broad shoulders either.